CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Fuck! Had I really done the right thing in choosing to confront Rose directly instead of talking it out with Andrew? Maybe I should turn around and just walk away but a part of me that was convinced Rose was trying to tear my relationship with Andrew apart took over my brain once again, rage and anger filled my bloodstream. Summoning up the last shreds of courage left in my bones, I rang the bell. I waited with my heart beating and not before a second could elapse, the door opened as a shocked Rose met my gaze.
“Lana,” She had clearly not anticipated my visit. Dressed up in cotton knee length c***s and a light blue sleeping robe, she was obviously ready for bed. Who even get to bed that early? It was only seven in the evening.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Y-y
